Call Me A Liar [Book 1] (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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Birdie convinces her parents to stay one more day after Patrick tells me that his eye is still showing signs of bruising. He sends me a photo, and I can see that while his skin is splashed with some deep red and purple, there's some yellow too which indicates signs of healing.

They'll come back in the evening on Monday-- Memorial Day, and then Patrick will just stay the night into Tuesday and go to school with Jack the next day. It will buy us a little bit more time to come up with a plausible explanation. One plausible enough for our lawyer father, that is.

I don't tell Birdie-- or anyone, for that matter-- what happened between Cole and I. I'm not embarrassed or upset by my decision, but I don't know why I did it. All I know is that it felt right in the moment, so I acted on it. Maybe the answer will come to me later. Maybe it won't. It doesn't exactly matter to me.

After we had sex, we both put our clothes back on like we had done it time and time again, and we walked back to the party as if nothing had happened between us. After all, it doesn't have to mean anything if I don't want it to. As for him, I'm not so sure what it meant.

Maybe we both wanted to see if we could appease our parents, maybe we wanted to see if something was there that we could contently live with for the rest of our lives, maybe we both just wanted to have sex.

It was good sex, I can't deny that. He was very confident and overpowering but in the best of ways. I mean, he should know what he's doing. He's got much more experience than I do. He was able to fulfill my desires and make me orgasm, much more than I can say for anyone else I had been with in the recent years.

It felt good for both of us, and that's all that matters in this moment.

On Tuesday morning, Birdie sneaks into Jack's room room before school to assess Patrick's eye. She said looks much better than it had a day prior, just a small dime sized tint of purple and red on his cheekbone. She offers to cover it with makeup. He's hesitant, but eventually agrees when we promise to take it off for him as soon as they get to school.

It would only be to hide it from my parents, who still haven't the slightest clue it happened.

Birdie and I take the boys to boxing practice for the first time since the incident later that afternoon, and they're not so quick to run in as they usually are. I'm sure there's some level of trauma they now share, similar to driving past the scene of a car accident after it's been all cleaned up. You've driven that way time and time again, but now it feels a little different. It'll go back to normal sooner than you think but right now, it's a bit unsettling.

We walk in and immediately smell sweat and rubber from the old gym mats, a scent that Birdie and I have gotten used to despite our wishes. My eyes can't help but scan the room upon our arrival, only to see Justin is there looking in our direction. My direction.

I offer a soft smile and watch as he says something to RJ before heading in our direction. Well, my direction.

His olive skin is so pretty beneath such horrific fluorescent lighting, something I can't say for a lot of people. He's wearing a maroon cutoff with black shorts and his black Chuck Taylor's again. As he gets closer, I see the light bounce off of his gold chain that lies so neatly against his neck. There's a slight sheen to his skin, which tells me he's been training today.

"How'd it go?" he asks. "His eye looks better."

I'm still looking at his neck until I realize that I've taken some time to reply, so I avert my gaze to his eyes quickly to try to hide it from him.

"Oh, yeah," I start, feeling myself stammer. "No, I think we just have a day or two more of some makeup and then we should be in the clear."

"Makeup, huh?" he offers a half smile, warm brown eyes browsing my face. "I remember when my mom used to try to pull that with me."